Spitting Fire

Indeed. If it hadn't been for Frank desperately rushing forward to protect Lucille, even bearing the brunt of the gunshot with his body, Lucille would have long died! The angrier Zoey was thinking about it, the jealousy in her eyes seemingly spitting fire. Such a rare opportunity slipped through her fingers. Who knew when she would get her next chance? It could be an eternity! What was more, before leaving, she assured Stella that she could handle the task and eliminate Lucille, their enemy, while winning over Frank. Yet, not a single thing went according to plan. She couldn't imagine how disappointed Stella would be when they returned... The more Zoey thought about it, the more suffocated she felt, but she had no other option. If she stayed any longer, she might get cornered. "Retreat!" Zoey led her men and slipped away without a sound. ...... On the other end, Amore slammed his fist against the chair, his expression extremely grim. He was so close. He could have saved Lucille, but th